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Chapter 1

Or

The Bet

My fingers grew used to twitching my wristwatch instead of twiddling with my phone. This was the second time I lost my phone in four weeks. It had to be somewhere at my apartment, underneath my bed or something.

In the meantime, instead of checking for text messages telling me that he was here like I normally would, I was finding myself glancing at the two hands that told me I was sitting at Starbucks just wasting my time. He was fifteen minutes late.

"They're not coming," a deep voice said beside me.

"What?" I asked looking up. I hope he didn't notice the drool at the corner of my mouth from his attractive figure. I always had a thing for long legs and broad shoulders. No wonder Bonnie and Elena claimed Universities had the hottest guys.

They say college years are better than high school (what a laugh )and that you meet the man of your dreams at the University you get accepted into (highly doubtful in my case).

When I left Mystic Falls I expected to be swooned by guys, instead I managed to keep them at bay with my constant study habits and non-existent party life. The only thing that actually showed that I had a life other than books at this school was the Cheer squad. And even they knew better than to ask me to hang out after games or competitions. Luckily season just ended so I didn't have to worry about that ruining my GPA.

This is the third date I've been on since I came to this school and already I've managed to pick the Weird Guy, the Sad Guy (you know, the one who can't stop talking about his ex), and now the Guy who's stood me up. At Starbucks.

And now possibly the most attractive guy I've seen on campus is talking to me and all I stutter is a "what" without a smile and slouching over in my chair. Bonnie would be so disappointed.

"You keep looking down at your watch," the Angel said as he sat in the chair across from me. His deep brown eyes glanced from my face to my hand where I kept sneaking a peak at the time for the past fifteen minutes. "And you keep looking around, I can only assume it's for someone. And if that someone is a guy, I just want to tell you that you're too good for him."

"I-I'm sorry. Do I know you?" As attractive and mysterious this Angel was, it's unusual for someone to just act like this: to sit down and start a conversation by picking up my habits.

"No you don't," he said as a matter of fact, calm and collected without any opinion that this whole situation was slightly weird. "And I don't know you," he told me shrugging his chiseled shoulders and taking a sip of his coffee. "But I'm going into psychiatrics and was watching your mannerisms. I'm doing a paper on a person's chemistry by the way they act and couldn't help myself when yours was so eye catching."

My brows furrowed. I wondered if I should take that as a compliment or dead bolt my door tonight. "So you're going to be a psychiatrist?" I asked to clarify.

He shook his head and leaned back in his chair, a shimmer of a smile in his baby browns. "Nah. They give people pills. I'll be a psychologist. You know, the guy who actually talks to people. And by doing so, I study people's mannerisms, like when you tilt your head to the side. You're trying to figure me out. Wonder why I'm sitting here talking to you, yet have you thought about that guy who's," he glanced at my watch. "Thirty minutes late?"

"Thirty minutes? It hasn't been that long," I said looking at my wrist.

He tapped his fingers against his starbucks cup before taking another sip. "Fifteen minutes of looking around, the other fifteen having a pleasant conversation with myself. Thirty minutes altogether, University."

"University?" I asked. Was that a nickname he dubbed me with?

"Your scarf has the college colors on it, I'm guessing you go to this school?"

I shut my mouth from it hitting the ground. I've asked five incomplete sentences and already he told me what I was doing and where I went to school.

"Alright, fine, so you're paying attention," I said squinting my eyes at him. His short dark hair was practically asking me to tame it. "But you don't actually know anything about me."

"I know enough that the football player you're meeting here today doesn't respect you," he said nodding his over my shoulder.

I followed his eyes to see the guy I had been waiting on. He was brushing a girl's bangs out of the way and glanced over at me as he leaned towards her.

I was more confused than I was upset. How did this guy know I was waiting for him?

"How?" I managed to squeak as I turned back to—well I never caught his name.

"Mannerisms," he said tapping his head while I shook mine.

"There is no way you could have figured that I was here for him."

"No," he said leaning in close to a whisper. "That was a guess that you just admitted the answer to." I scooted my chair forward to hear him better. "But I know that you're annoyed that he's over there flirting with that girl."

I shrugged my shoulders, too interested at his thought process. "But I have an idea, if you'll bear with me."

Never have I been so caught off guard before. "What's your idea?"I whispered back.

"Not to slap me," he said as he closed the inches off between us.

His lips were the best I'd ever tasted. I hadn't even realized he had some stubble until it lightly rubbed against my chin.

My hand inched its way to the back of his neck to pull him closer to me. His breath tasted of peppermint chocolate as he tugged on my lower lip before detaching himself from me.

"That," he said taking a breath. "Wasn't supposed to happen quite like that. But it did work. You're boyfriend is looking over here now." Matt Donovan was far from that.

"He's not my boyfriend."

"Well whatever he is, you deserve better. Much better."

I looked over at the guy who made me wait and blanched as he stalked over here. I could just see the anger fuming off him in waves. "Caroline," he said through gritted teeth. "Who's this guy?"

"The name's Tyler," my Angel said as he held out his hand. "Pleasure to meet you. No really, any guy who makes a girl wait for half an hour is number one in my book. I'm sure your mother would be proud."

"Look," I said getting up from my seat. Angel, or in this case Tyler, looked like he was about to get punched. In Starbucks. "Matt, you were late and Tyler was just keeping my company."

"Yeah I could see that when he stuck his tongue down your throat." Tyler leaned back in his chair and just sipped his coffee while Matt continued to raise his testosterone level.

"And who were you talking with over there? Your sister?" I felt like I was back in Mystic Falls again, only drama with stupid boys instead of vampires and werewolves. I don't know which I'd rather be dealing with at this point.

Matt looked flabbergasted. His usually confident and collected face was full of annoyance and aggravation. Even his blonde hair was on end. "Go back to her, Donovan. She looks like one of those girls you'll be sleeping with in an hour. Who knows, maybe you'll get more money for getting down her pants! How much was I worth, huh?"

Tyler's tan face turned to a shade of red as he choked on his drink while I continued on my rant.

"Oh come on now, Matt, you didn't think I was that stupid, did you? I saw you with your friends on the lawn. How you all kept looking over and laughing, you even tossed my name around a few times. Add some money you slipped into each other's hands and I had you pinned from that moment." His face went from angry to embarrassed. The looks we were getting weren't helping either. I hadn't realized my voice climbed an octave higher till a woman was tsking at him. "Why do you think I waited for you? So I could turn you down." I looked outside the window where I spotted a couple of his friends that he made the bet with. They were waiting on a bench, watching the whole thing unfold. I waved with a small smile.

I'm sure they thought that I would leave with Matt Donovan, the hott quarterback that no girl had ever turned down. Guess again, boys.

"I'll see you later Matt," I told him before turning to Angel. "Tyler, you coming?"

"Thought you'd never ask," he said with a grin. Matt seemed to shrink back as Tyler stood up.

Tyler ignored him and followed me outside to the cold winter's air.

You have no idea how hard it was for me to finish this chapter! I didn't know where to end it. I didn't want to make it too short and I didn't want to make it uber long, so hopefully it was right in the middle. Unfortunately, I don't know if I'll be updating quite as frequently as I did for "Everthine, Evermine", just because I work. A lot. However, whenever you comment, that lifts my spirits and inspires me to write better and faster which means more of "Angel". Chapters won't be posted any later than 7-10 days(my goal) and I would really appreciate if you give me your thoughts on this chapter(you have nooo idea how much that will meant to me!). Love it, hate it, whichever, as long as you read it.

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P.S. Next chapter(that will have Elena and Bonnie in it) will be posted this Friday the 30th. HOWEVER, if I get at least five reviews before then, I will add the next chapter sooner (fingers crossed XP) and MERRY CHRISTMAS EVERYONE! I hope your day was great!